Ivan: Ivan watched with a sad face as his brother's dead body was taken away from him. He would never be able to playfully argue with his brother, never be able to make amends with him after an argument. He would never be able to protect his little brother again, or defend him to judgemental others. He would never be able to visit his brother as an adult, maybe after his brother had kids of his own.
Ivan would never see him again. The mere thought was sinking in. It didn't feel real at all. It felt like it was another one of Ivan's nightmares, and in a few minutes he would wake up to see his brother sitting next to him. It was only a few minutes ago when he had finally made up with his brother, and then his brother was just gone in the blink of an eye. Ivan would never be able to dicuss the future with his brother, never be able to talk to him, never be able to sit with him at the Divination table.
OOC: I cried as I wrote that.